The gentle lapping water echoes dusk
A lake shimmering bright in purple pink
While distant shorelines into shadows sink
And the air takes on the eventide’s musk
And trees whisper as night birds start to busk
Their songs of love inspire a mate to think
Romance that holds life’s passion at the brink
Whilst below two mice battle for a husk.
On the shore two figures taking a walk
Their caught in the rapture of twilight’s charm
And lost in love and the being alone
Two figures watch as the sun falls; they talk
Across her shoulder he’s resting his arm
For this is the place they have made their own.
The time of love when the sun settles down
And the heart is given free to explore
Embraced, enchanted on a twilit shore
It’s not in the waters that lovers drown
And poet gazes at art on a wall
As he waits through the day for dusk to fall.
© JG Farmer 2014
Form: John Milton’s Caudated Sonnet
Photo: Luke Casey